Novels Pre-intermediate

In the dark by E. Nesbit

What would you do if you realized your close friend was getting mad? Your bosom-friend you know the whole life. I guess, you would try to help him like I did. But what if you faced with supernatural? I suppose that you’ll be able to help me to solve this puzzle. And we will find the truth. Let’s start from the beginning. When we were studying at school with my friend, there was one boy. He was a sneak. He always told the teachers wrong things other children did. But he didn’t see these bad deeds with his own eyes. He just knew everything and the teachers believed him. I don’t know what it was. Was it a third eye or a sixth sense? It is unknown. I don’t know much about these things. But I believe in common sense. After graduating the university, I went to another country. All the three of us chose different ways in life. Time passed. After my arriving in London our paths crossed in a very unusual manner.

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In the dark by E. Nesbit

Maybe he was mad. Maybe he had a sixth sense. Or was he really haunted? I He told me the first part of the story, and I saw the last part with my own eyes.

At school my friend Haldane and I hated a boy called Visger. When we did something wrong, he always told the teacher. One day we stole some cherries from a tree.

‘Do you know who did it, Visger?’ the teacher asked. ‘It was Haldane and Winston,’ he replied. Later, Haldane asked him how he knew it was us. ‘I didn’t know,’ he said. ‘I just felt certain. And I was right.’ Haldane and I grew up. Visger became a vegetarian and never drank alcohol. He also became Sir George Visger.

In the dark by E. Nesbit

When we all left Oxford University, I went away to India. After a year I came back and wanted to see Haldane. He was always happy, kind, and honest. I wanted to see the smile in his blue eyes again and hear his happy laugh, so I went to visit him in London. But this time he did not laugh. He was miserable, his face was pale and he looked weak and ill.

He was packing his things, and there were lots of big boxes full of furniture and books around the house.

‘I’m moving,’ he said. I don’t like this house. There’s something strange about it; I’m going tomorrow.’

‘Let’s go out and have some dinner,’ I said.

‘I’m too busy.’ He looked nervously around the room. ‘Look, I’m really happy to see you, but… Why don’t you go to the restaurant and bring back some food?’

When I came back, we sat by the fire and ate the food. I tried to tell jokes and he tried to laugh, but sometimes he looked into the shadows in the corners of the room. We finished our meal, and then I said, ‘Well?’

‘What’s the matter?’

‘You tell me,’ I answered.

He was silent. Again he looked into the shadows.

‘You’re very nervous,’ I said. ‘What is it? Drink? Gambling? Women? Tell me, or go and tell your doctor. You’re ill, my friend.’

‘I won’t be your friend if you talk like that.’

‘Well, I am your friend, and something is wrong. Come on, tell me.’

But he did not tell me anything. He asked me to stay for the night, but I had a room in a hotel so I left him. When I returned the next morning, he was gone and some men were putting his boxes into a van. Haldane did not leave his new address…

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